… and the meek will inherit the garbage and skips
for the weak have no power to fight, overcome,
but the righteous who stand and defend the oppressed
have the strength to defeat callous blight.
Yet how many stand,
lay siege to the scourge
of ruthless ambitions and gain
made simple via attachment and apathetic hunger
which abstracts the growling growing pains of young life,
stymied by ruthless ambition and greed,
oblivious to all but the bubble of I and ME
and wanton over-need that feeds
upon the meek and weak and oppressed
who hoke in the garbage and skips.
For greed survives where no clear conscience can.
Peace leaves but a fleeting footprint there,
Or none at all.
they’re hollow of spirit,
empty of compassion
to tread on the humble
who quietly endure
whilst hollow of hope,
empty of gut.
A demonic imbalance.
A hellish rut.
None can win.
a welcome end to us all…